Bodega

I'm from the trenches
I kno how to get it
You could check the stats
I Jus ran up 20 in a few mins
And blew 10 up in Saks
That shit heavy
An she tryna throw it
Told that lil bitch shake some
I'm in the the spot
Where all of the hoes is
We up in the bodega
She really jackin the fit
Hella bands on the drip
She threw it back
Made it clap on the grip
Look like 11 she feeling a 10
Tongue out good fit when she take a flick
Love me a bitch
That be poppin them tags
She a Trench lil bitch
Got her knock in the bag
If I gotta flock
Ima spin with the guys
In the field throwing birdies
Who ready to fly
QUAN, SMOOVE, Static, Flock
Mikey, Dex, Dinero, Dot
That's Jus the members
I kno gonna flock
Like il tellem Up It
Dont get me on Hotz
Wet em up
if he talkin hot like
Just one Shot
make his temperature Drop like
Hella soul in the trap like Bryson
For the chicken hittem like Tyson
Nah
I don't do the talkin
Send a opp through to urgent care
Like he a walk in
Brodie itchin to spark it
My block like the Valet Service
See the V we park it
Spin the block till we car sick
That shit hit anything
This gun on some raw shit
And I'm really outside with it
IG live with it
Countin bands on some boss shit
we be talkin in code to
M Box To ya residence
ain't talkin protools
You wanna talk
Well I got the tea
But I don't think you wanna know the brew
I need that soul food
The greens the mash potatos
And the bread too
For that green I'll mash em
Potato on the gun
Jus Make sure you send bread through
You hella sick
Don't be mad at ya bitch
Cause she on my dick
Cause she hurd I'm the big dog
Straight out the trench
I still rock a tech
But you bum it in nike
I bum it in HellStar
Y'all new to this rap shit
Bitch ima vet
17 on the track
Ran that shit like a track star
And you gotta move tact
Cause these niggas be slat
Hurd that boy is a rat
Better close up the backdoor
In the bodega she shakin them hips
Like
I wonder if she know how to grip
Good coat she still got me brick
Good Drink Shit got her bent
You wanna Fight cause she fanned you
How you mad at a thot
when she ran through
Like I'll Gettem hit
If she send them bands through
Then all bets are off like fan duel

I'm from the trenches
I kno how to get it
You could check the stats
I Jus ran up 20 in a few mins
And blew 10 up in Saks
That shit heavy
An she tryna throw it
Told that lil bitch shake some
I'm in the the spot
Where all of the hoes is
We up in the bodega
She really jackin the fit
Hella bands on the drip
She threw it back
Made it clap on the grip
Look like 11 she feeling a 10
Tongue out good fit when she take a flick
Love me a bitch
That be poppin them tags
She a Trench lil bitch
Got her knock in the bag
If I gotta flock
Ima spin with the guys
In the field throwing birdies
Who ready to fly